Quotes About Love

Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

Mothers, tell your children: be quick, you must be strong. Life is full of wonder, love is never wrong. Remember how they taught you, how much of it was fear. Refuse to hand it down - the legacy stops here.

My mother, whom I love dearly, has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce, step-children, dysfunction, and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

Klju? za sre?u nije u onim stvarima za koje si prije mislio da su bitne, nego u pronalasku osobe koja ti "pristaje".

For the record, Ruth, I would have welcomed any path my life took, so long as it was with you.

When you found someone you really loved, everything fitted.

Yes, it is cool, and I very much hope this baby likes me, he went on, because I think I'm already crazy about it, almost as much as I am about its mother.

Love, laughter and great memories – wasn't that what life was truly about?

Trust me, you will get plenty of "advice" from everyone and anyone on the best way to do things, and remember that you don't have to take any of it. Know that whatever you choose, THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU THE MOST WON'T MAKE THE DAY ABOUT THEM, they'll make it about you and him, and show up to celebrate your special day regardless of what you decide to do.

Because I can tell you happy endings do not occur when there are three people involved in a relationship story. Someone gets hurt. Always.

Because if you even make a tiny bit of room in either of those places for anyone else, then something in your relationship isn't right.

I suppose I am a glutton for punishment really, voluntarily attending a wedding to watch the love of my life marry another woman.

No one deserves to be put through such an ordeal, to feel like you have to watch the love of your life get married, just to find closure.

Ah, weddings can be very emotional sometimes, can't they? Yes, especially when it's the wedding of the love of your life to somebody else.

Family is not an important thing. It is everything.

Bread – like real love – took time, cultivation, strong loving hands and patience. It lived, rising and growing to fruition only under the most perfect circumstances. If the water was too warm, it killed the yeast; too cool and the yeast was not inspired to grow the bread. Without enough sugar, the yeast would starve, leaving the bread flat and lifeless; if the air was not humid enough, the yeast could not spur the bread to reach its full potential.

I simply nodded. 'I disagree actually. I have read that those people who are surrounded by love, compassion and the positive attitude of others - while also believing in their own ability to heal, or having a type of dedication to a greater energy, be it karma, God, magic, whatever - have a surprising survival rate. Hence, I choose to make sure my interests in this area are equally balanced.

Bread – like real love – took time, cultivation, strong loving hands and patience. It lived, rising and growing to fruition only under the most perfect circumstances.